That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t say anything about you.” “What if I want it to say something about me? Huh? What if I am not perfect and normal? What if I’m a little bit crazy too? Would that be so bad?” I walked to the window and stared at my reflection. “I have no clue who I am. I am not the future beta of the Iron River pack. My mate is our enemy. I’ve failed you and Dad. That’s clear. I don’t know what to do. Not just with Maverick, but with my life. “Oh, baby…”

“I have to. Because if I don’t, he’ll take it all back. The company. The name. Everything that makes me who I am.” The weight of that sits heavy. “That’s not who you are,” I say quietly. “The company isn’t who you are.” “Isn’t it?” “This is,” I gesture around us. “Secret Thai restaurants and late-night takeout in formal wear. The fact that you followed me into an elevator to tell me I wasn’t ordinary.” I pause. “That’s who you are. Not the company.” He stares at me. Something shifting. “You really believe that.” “I do.”

“Quinn...” “I'm not their daughter,” she whispered, her voice hollow. “I never was.” I reached for her again but refused to let her pull away this time. I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. “They don't define you,” I said fiercely. “You are not them. You never were.” Her lips parted, her eyes filled with tears yet to fall. “Then who am I?” I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “You are Quinn. You are strong. You are mine.”

"Who are you? Where am I?" There was a deep, menacing chuckle that echoed throughout the room I was in. It sent a shiver down my spine and not the exciting kind of shivers that Braxton gave me! "Now I know that you are not stupid enough to not recognize who I am, so stop playing games." The menacing voice became louder closer he approached me. "Who am I, Virginia Elliott?!" I cleared the lump in my throat. I tried to hide the fear in my voice. "You are Zandicar!"

But the ache in my chest wouldn’t go away. “What if he’s right, though?” The words slipped out before I could swallow them down. “What if I really am just… that girl? The overweight one. The joke.” Mariah leaned forward, her eyes fierce. “Then you change the story. You stop letting his words define you. You start deciding who you are, instead of letting Noah Carter or anyone else do it for you.” Her words sank into me, heavy and sharp. Decide who I am. It sounded impossible.

Who am I? The fire had taken everything… or so I thought. If Marisol Abram was who I had been, then Isabella was a reconstruction, a borrowed life stitched from fragments of survival. I pressed my forehead to Mia’s shoulder, letting her comfort anchor me. “I… I don’t know who I am anymore.” Mia held me tighter. “You’re still you, Isa. You survived, you came back. That’s a strength. That’s who you are now. But maybe… It’s time to find the rest.”

"Oh, God! I said shaking my head at him. He flew out of his seat and ran off to the TV taking my phone and soon enough, he found the movie. He put it on and then he was next to me. If I could reach the top of the world, Be all I am, it'd be so beautiful. "If only... I can be brave and I could be strong." I joined in. "I would know where I belong. If only..." "I wanna feel free to be who I am!" "What I'm about is more than I've been." "Ready to show the world who I am." "Start letting out what I'm holding in."

This is who I am. — I could tell you now who is the person I see in that mirror, but I'm not the one who has to show you. You are the one who needs to recognize it. So I can only say: Lift your head and embrace who you are. Even if it's that insecure girl. We can't change what we don't know. Recognize who you are and choose what the next step will be. — Miriam picked up the crutches from the floor and placed them beside me. I leaned back against them and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Shut up! I said shut up Amira! You are boiling my blood! Shut up! I don’t want to hear you say help again one more time! Nobody will hear you! You will just hurt yourself-” “Help! LET ME GO OF HERE! GET ME OFF HERE! UNTIRE ME PLEASE!” My mouth hurts so much. I feel like my voice is leaving me. My voice and shouts became weaker. But I can’t stop! I don’t want to stop even though I know nobody would help me! This is the least thing I can do because maybe one of them will soften their heart for me. I hope so! I don’t want to die please!

I didn't understand who I was to them, and I was damned tired of wondering who I could be to them. “I might have agreed to submit to all of you but I don’t belong to anyone. I am my own weak person. I only want to survive here, not become some… some obsession for the five of you to fight over.”